Saturday Morning Thoughts

Is it egotistical for the writer to believe they can create something worthy of someone’s time and attention? (as if that’s even the point) To create little or vast pocket universes, alternate realities, that capture the imagination and transports the reader to ideas and places undiscovered. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say, “rediscovered”; because there… Continue reading Saturday Morning Thoughts

Remembered

What follows was not written by me, but rather is something remembered that I think all of us can relate to at one time or other in our lives. Truthfully  lost my literary voice sometime ago and struggling to find it again amidst difficult times(sigh).  Knowing that so many deal with hardships greater than my own… Continue reading Remembered

Past expiration

blinded windows shuttered darkened, cluttered space metaphors a lifetime of holdings past expiration   a thirsty tangerine parched, arid throated rested on a dusty shelf waiting for spring dew never being realized   even deserts are deserving of tears   underwhelming this concern overwhelms intended words a great one for proselytizing the follow through leaves… Continue reading Past expiration

Legacy on a blank page

How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain   Is it a mere… Continue reading Legacy on a blank page